poem
Posted on: October 11, 2007, at 05:39:26pm

I no longer want to be around
The people that I love, except
My boyfriend. All that I can
Think of is what's waiting above.

I cut my wrists with razor blades
To dull the pain inside,
But that can only last so long;
I don't want to be alive

When people are around,
People wouldn't understand,
So I don't make a sound.